Miranda Gordon remembers stumbling across Pomander Walk when she was attending a party nearby during business school; she peered in. But the Upper West Side's sweetest, shortest, quaintest street was but a fleeting memory until she was house-hunting at the end of 2013, and a real estate listing cropped up. "That's 'Brigadoon,'" said Miranda, a charismatic Honolulu native who works for a perfume-maker. "That's not real." She and her 11-year-old daughter Audrey were living on a full-floor of a Chelsea brownstone and were looking to buy. Audrey fantasized about the suburbs, going online behind her mom's back and browsing through Scarsdale houses. But when they went to visit Pomander Walk, she "stood outside the gate and saw the little village and had a magic moment. She said 'I want to live here.'